War cries do sound than words of peace more keen,
More arms are made than life-sustaining fodder,
Earth's more an Armageddon than an Eden,
There are more human kills than deaths by Nature:
Into this Earth was I once born; afraid
Of rumbles, roars, 'so wailings, I did grow;
And dialogs, campaigns, reproofs have ended,
But wars shan't end, only to see, to know now:
Many a war, in many a form, is fought,
O'er many a matter, if are born to fight
All earthly humans, being overt or covert;
Whate'er else to the brutes can grant delight?
Delighted all by flows of blood and tears,
And more they flow more manic do get wars.
-- N P Samal
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